The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell, المجلد 1Henry Colburn, 1828 - 238 من الصفحات |
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... death , and every woe , Shot from malignant stars to earth below , When Murder bared her arm , and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car , When Peace and Mercy , banish'd from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav ...
... death , and every woe , Shot from malignant stars to earth below , When Murder bared her arm , and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car , When Peace and Mercy , banish'd from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav ...
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... Death's devoted soil , The march - worn soldier mingles for the toil ; As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , 10 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... Death's devoted soil , The march - worn soldier mingles for the toil ; As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , 10 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... death , —the watch - word and reply ; Then peal'd the notes , omnipotent to charm , And the loud tocsin toll'd their last alarm ! - In vain , alas ! in vain , ye gallant few ! From rank to rank your volley'd thunder flew : Oh ...
... death , —the watch - word and reply ; Then peal'd the notes , omnipotent to charm , And the loud tocsin toll'd their last alarm ! - In vain , alas ! in vain , ye gallant few ! From rank to rank your volley'd thunder flew : Oh ...
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Thomas Campbell. Friendless thy heart ; and canst thou harbour there Awish but death - a passion but despair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at ...
Thomas Campbell. Friendless thy heart ; and canst thou harbour there Awish but death - a passion but despair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at ...
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Thomas Campbell. Stunn'd with the cries of death each gentle gale , And bathed in blood the verdure of the vale ! Yet could no pangs the immortal spirit tame , When Brama's children perish'd for his name ; The martyr smiled beneath ...
Thomas Campbell. Stunn'd with the cries of death each gentle gale , And bathed in blood the verdure of the vale ! Yet could no pangs the immortal spirit tame , When Brama's children perish'd for his name ; The martyr smiled beneath ...
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amidst ANTISTROPHE arms bark beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss blood bosom bowers Brandt breath bright Briton brow burst burst of Joy calumet charm cheek child clime CONSTANCE cried dear death deep delight doom'd Dorset Street dread dream dust earth enemies ev'n fair fate fire friendship GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Gertrude's glaciers glow grief hand Hark hath heard heart Heaven HOPE hour Indian JULIA kindred knew land life's light living lonely look'd Loxian lyre MEDEA midnight mind mingled mountain murmur Muse Nature Nature's NOTE nursling o'er peace pensive pirogue pride rapture rocks sacred savannas scene seem'd shade shore sigh sire slumber smile song soul spirit STANZA storm sublime sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought Travels trembling tribe triumph truth Twas UDOLPH vale wampum warriors wave weep wild winds woods youth
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الصفحة 180 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
الصفحة 181 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance: for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
الصفحة 28 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own ! Oh ! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot Tell— the Bruce of Bannockburn...
الصفحة 101 - As monumental bronze unchanged his look : A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook : Train'd, from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear — A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.
الصفحة 71 - Inspiring thought of rapture yet to be, The tears of Love were hopeless, but for thee ! If in that frame no deathless spirit dwell, If that faint murmur be the last farewell, If Fate unite the faithful but to part, Why is their memory sacred to the heart ? Why does the brother of my childhood seem...
الصفحة 63 - Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim, Lights of the world, and demi-gods of fame ? Is this your triumph — this your proud applause, Children of Truth, and champions of her cause...
الصفحة 179 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
الصفحة 132 - With all his howling desolating band; — These eyes have seen their blade and burning pine Awake at once, and silence half your land. Red is the cup they drink ; but not with wine : Awake, and watch to-night, or see no morning shine ! XVII.
الصفحة 8 - Now far he sweeps, where scarce a summer smiles, On Behring's rocks, or Greenland's naked isles ; Cold on his midnight watch, the breezes blow, From wastes that slumber in eternal snow ; And waft, across the wave's tumultuous roar, The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore.
الصفحة 26 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge or death...